Last night, as I was winding down for the day, I noticed...
it was 90 degrees inside, and 86 outside.
No air "conditioning" here.
I wasn't cooling off, and the uncomfortableness was giving way to health concerns.
I decided it was time to take measures.
I grabbed my gear and headed to a homemade swing,
As I laid there,
reflecting on my day spent in Amish country, I was so grateful for my simple life.
Head propped by pillows, I stared right into the solar system for a conversation with God,
maker of the universe.
Before beginning, a falling star set the tone.
Dear Lord, my Heavenly Father...
The West winds gently rocked the creaky swing back and forth,
back and forth...
Zip laid by my curled feet,
every so often lifting her head to sniff the air in quick, short inquisitive gestures.
I dozed, woke, dozed again.
I had to acclimate myself with the outdoor sounds.
The tapping, scratching of the cable against our flag pole.
Rabbits underfoot nearby. Hopping, thumping their feet on occasion. Nibbling.
That's our little "skunk" rabbit...isn't he adorable??
The changing sky...first clear...loaded with stars and the blinking lights of faraway planes.
Then clouds, and cover.
Dare I say even cool at times?
Zip jumped up and off the rocking swing several times,
causing the swing to rock abruptly, like a boat being tossed by waves in an unforgiving sea.
But once she returned and settled in by my feet, the gentle rhythm continued.
The rhythm of life.
Slow and easy.
Hot and cold.
I must not forget to give thanks...even when life is uncomfortable.
Jesus even did so...
So they took away the stone.
Then Jesus looked up and said, "Father, I thank you that you have heard me..."
Until tomorrow, God willing.